Dear friends of FF.net: a string of events-annoying events- have
occurred recently that have held me back from writing the further chapters
of The Man in the White Suit. Let me just list them out for you, and then
we can get to the story, alright?
I've been bogged down with ungodly amounts of homework. I developed a bit of writer's block. I started playing the following: Zone of the Enders 2, The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and I did play a little Bounty Hunter, but that game sucked monkey balls. I've had to go to a lot of stupid parties and celebrations lately, which definitely haven't helped me to get in the mood for this story. My computer crashed, and destroyed my 700 music files, all of my music videos, and basically all the programs (I had to restart the OS.) Good thing, though: It got rid of the viruses on the computer, and it also got rid of all that muck and junk that seemed to be bogging my hard drive down.
So I basically haven't found the time-although I did print out Chapter Five right before the computer crashed, so I guess I'm good. Did I mention that my sister had an accident and totaled her car? GAH!
Okay, now on with the chapter! And may annoyances be few and far between.
Chapter Five
It was nine o'clock, and Videl and I had spent most of the time playing on the computer and watching television- there was nothing much to do seeing as it was deathly cold outside and we couldn't very well train inside the house.
We were playing Counter-Strike, but had grown bored with it; I kept getting kicked from the servers for "too many head shots", and Videl kept making people think she was a guy-just to confuse them- and then say something really girlish, something she would probably never in her natural born life utter as if she said it all the time.
It was funny, and everything seemed to have a nice thick layer of happiness draped around us then. When I finally tired of the computer, I got up from where I was sitting, which was at the side of the computer, and walked over to the window. I wanted to see how much the snow had gained over time. I grabbed the dark blue drapes, and pulled them back. There was a nice layer of snow building on the tiny crevice on my window. There was a thin layer of frost around the edges of the glass. I looked out into the darkness, where there was a pool of light from the window shining on the snow-white ground below.
For a minute, I thought I saw a whitish figure move in the snow, but I thought it was probably the snow settling, or wind blowing on it, giving the illusion of something moving. But, then I saw something black move almost methodically toward me, and I shook my head. The illusion the snow was playing disappeared. Videl looked towards me, logging off of the computer as she did so.
"Gohan, are you alright?" She asked, obviously alerted by my shaking head. I quickly covered this up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. The snow was just hypnotizing me, I guess," I said, and I gave out a nervous chuckle. Why would I do such a thing-to give out a nervous chuckle? That was, to me, something of a dumb blunder that I often did around people. God, sometimes I could just feel the embarrassment smacking me in the face. All the ignorant things I've done in my life; down to the tiniest details, have plagued me for a number of years. Such as the incident with Frieza, when Vegeta gave me that Sayain armor that I believe is still under my bed. I thought of myself as indestructible, but of course the irony is that I almost got killed several times after that. I felt embarrassed for myself, and for the frog that was watching me act like a complete moron.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't fine, but I think that at least right then, I was fine. A bit.
"Well, alright. I just thought you might've gotten a headache or something," She said just a bit too nonchalantly, but I was fine with it. I mean, she must've cared at least a bit to ask.
"I'm kinda bored. You wanna watch a movie? I just got one a couple of days ago," I asked her, as she got up from her seat, and stretched her arms up in the air.
"Sure," She said, "I could go for a movie. What's it called?" I smiled, and walked over to my bookshelf. It was still wrapped in plastic. I grabbed it off of the bookshelf- it was sitting by my Bible- and I showed it to her. Videl laughed.
"South Park? Oh, man, I've never seen this movie!" Videl said, turning the box over. She smiled at the pictures on it. Her favorite character was the little Saddam personage.
"You've never seen the movie? I saw it about a year ago. I downloaded the thing," I told her, "You can find really cool stuff on these People to People things."
"Yeah, I had one of those, but my father kept thinking that I was going to hurt his reputation if I downloaded something really illegal and got arrested for it. So he made me get rid of it." Videl told me, and for a few seconds a scowl scrambled across her face at the mention of her dad.
"Ah, well. You can always use mine. Or you could just download it again and not tell your dad about it," I recommended to her. She gave the DVD to me, and smiled.
"How do you think I get all this great stuff on my computer?" She smiled-almost evilly- and began to walk out my door. "Well, if we're going to watch that, don't you think we should get some snacks?" Videl said, and I nodded my head. I felt kind of helpless, because she had this weird manipulative way of pulling me out of conversations to get going for something we had been talking about doing. And I've just confused myself, but I guess I didn't care. I took one last look out my window, and saw a little white light briefly come about, then disappear. I thought it was a snowflake that caught some light, and went after Videl.
We walked into my kitchen, and I put the DVD down on the table. We began to grab a lot of snacks, (I was getting more than Videl,) and snatching out sodas and drinks from the fridge. Really, I don't know why we'd be getting all this stuff, considering the movie is only 90 minutes long...But I guess it doesn't really matter that much.
We had sat down at the couch, and having pulled the coffee table up to half an arm's length, we placed our food and drinks there, and plopped down on the couch. I had already put the movie in the DVD player. There's a thing about sitting here, watching a movie with friends that makes it feel more special than if we went to a movie theater. It feels like the movie is talking to just the two of us, and not a crowd of people that have way too much popcorn. All we had were some Tostitos and sauce, some Cokes and a few other miscellaneous items.
I started the movie, and the opening theme song came in. It was very silly how they started it-in case you didn't notice- Stan had wiped the snow that a deer had peed on off of the log. I had just noticed this, and I laughed at it. Not because it was very funny, but for two reasons: One, Stan didn't even seem to notice. Second, I was laughing because I couldn't believe I had missed it.
"Gohan, what are you laughing about?" Videl asked me, as Stan was singing about. I looked at her, paused the movie real quick, and said, "I just now noticed that Stan had wiped some pee covered snow off of the log. It's not really that funny," I said, covering my tracks a bit, "But I just never really noticed until now." She nodded her head, and I un-paused the movie. As the movie progressed, I couldn't help but notice a certain 'vibe' going through it, as if its whole purpose was to mock everything it could, which it did quite viciously in some parts. Although the thought of Satan being gay is very funny and at the same time putting him down, I couldn't help but think that maybe that also empowers him, or for some context to this matter.
The thing is, in the general (educated) Christian beliefs, Satan has no power, unless you acknowledge him. So, by undermining him and basically making a fool of him, is that not also the same as acknowledgement? And those who deny the presence of God, (atheists,) are they merely just not acknowledging His presence? Satan is there, of course, but so is God. The atheists had accidentally run into a bad loophole, I thought, since by the thought that Satan is there but not acknowledged, the same can be said for God, although His power does not need to be acknowledged for it to work.
I am uneducated in the matters of religious philosophy; in fact, I should not be even dealing in the matter, but for some unknown reason I do anyways. But what I can't help but find odd and reassuring at the same time is that Vegeta had once told me that a lot of the alien races believed that there is a God, even if they didn't have the wonderful divine influence that so often occurs here on Earth. We take His influence for granted, (massively, I might add,) and still we are very shaky on His presence. But these advanced alien creatures, probably far more superior than the humans, even they acknowledge God. It is not too surprising that when He created the universe, that He spread His presence all over, and not just to us.
And yet, many of us still do not acknowledge Him, but belittle ourselves to the trifle recesses of idolism. It's so fucking stupid.
I've clearly gotten ahead of myself-as I do a lot now- but by the time I had thoroughly thought this through, the movie was half-way done, my mind only partially paying attention to it, and laughing when Videl laughed, just for sake to show that I was paying a little bit of attention. And damn it all, I didn't stop to breathe a bit. Goten had snuck downstairs, and had been secretly watching the movie. I finally noticed when he gave out a mucus filmed hoarse cough. I glanced up, and saw him coughing his head off, in his little blue pajamas. I didn't bother to pause the movie, because I was particularly concerned with his coughing. Videl apparently was also, so we both got up, and climbed the small set of stairs to meet him.
I almost had half a mind to chew him out, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. He just looked so miserable. His nose was swollen, he couldn't stop coughing-most of the time it was hoarse- and he had bags under his eyes, despite the plentiful rest and food he had been getting.
"Goten! Why are you up this late at night?" Videl asked him, giving him this sweet, almost motherly look. I loved that look. But right then most of my attention was focused on Goten.
"I was just getting up to take my medicine. I always take it around eleven o' clock," He said in between sniffles and small coughs. It was weird, but he could go from sounding like he had been fine, to a deteriorated form like this.
"Oh, that's right. Did mom already go to bed?" I asked Goten, and he nodded his head. I rubbed his hair, and gave him a warm smile.
"Well, don't worry. Let's go into the kitchen and we'll get you your medicine," Videl said, and Goten reached up his arms, and he clamped onto me. He liked it when I carried him. The three of us made our way into the kitchen, and I set him down on the counter near the sink. Videl asked me where the medicine cabinet was. I pointed it out to her, and told her it was the yellow bottle with the green label. She looked in and fumbled about for a few seconds, while I fixed up some water for Goten. Videl brought me the container.
"Thank you, Big Brother! Thank you, Videl!" Goten exclaimed, maybe a little better by just having comfort with him. He took the two gel pills and swallowed them down, water and all. We both smiled at him, and he yawned loudly.
"I'm getting sleepy," I said, and I was. I guess I was tired from not being able to do anything today.
"Well, you go turn the movie off, and I'll take Goten upstairs, okay?" Videl offered, and I refused and said I would do both, but she insisted. After a little bit of mild arguing, we came to the decision that we would put Goten to bed first, then I would just come and turn the movie off.
Videl grabbed Goten off of the counter. He was straddled to her waist. He kind of looked like a monkey, the way he was hanging. We walked over to the stairs, and trotted up them. I wasn't actually tired, but I was kind of exhausted. Over what, I'm not sure. We walked down the hall with the blue carpeting, our footsteps padded. I walked in front of Videl, and when we reached Goten's room, I creaked the door open.
I peeked in, and I swear to God that for a brief moment I saw a whitish figure standing behind Goten's bed, but as I opened the door more, it disappeared as quickly as I saw it. I cocked an eyebrow, but decided that again my eyes were playing tricks with me.
We walked in, and I turned Goten's little lamp on. It sat on a small dresser opposite of his bed. Videl placed Goten on his bed, and I came over and pulled the covers over him. He was out like a light.
"Well, he sure did conk out quickly," Videl smiled. I crossed my arms, and smiled as well, keeping in mind to whisper in a small voice as Videl did.
"Yeah, that medicine will put him to sleep really fast. He was probably tired from going out with my mom to get groceries and shop, too," I added. Videl nodded, and a little glint of happiness I saw streak across her eyes.
"He looks really peaceful when he's sleeping. Not at all like that little speed demon I'm used to," Videl commented, as I walked over to turn off the lamp.
"Yeah. He looks just like my dad when he's asleep," I told her, and she looked at me weird. I hadn't turned the lamp off yet.
"I don't think I've ever seen a picture of your dad, Gohan. What does he look like?" She asked me, and I plainly pointed to Goten.
"Like that, only taller and a little leaner." And it was so true. He was an exact mirror image of dad.
After I had turned the light out and walked into the hall, Videl began to talk to me.
"Gohan, what ever happened to your father? I mean, y'know. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But I guess I'd still like to know seeing as your one of the best friends I've ever had. I guess I just feel like you're keeping little secrets from me," I could hear her say, but it was so dark in that hall that I couldn't see her even if she was barely two feet away. And she seemed so held back by her words. I could just tell by her constant apologizing, the way her ki would make little jumps every now and then while she talked...And I don't think where we were standing, cramped up a bit in the small hallway, was I at liberty to speak of family secrets then.
"Umm, well, you know he's dead," I said, scratching my head, and I pressed up against the wall to scoot down to my room.
"Duh. Everyone in the entire school knows your father's dead. But what I want to know is how he died, Gohan. What was your father like?" She asked, and her voice waned. I couldn't tell her how my Father died. It would only bring up more questions, more questions that would put my family's life-and my relationship with Videl- at stake. I just couldn't bear to tell her I'm a fucking half-alien.
"I just... I just can't. It would be too hard on you," I said, and she looked at me with this kind of awe. The kind of awe that said, 'I can too take what you say'. Or, 'I can't believe you just said that in front of me,' well, maybe it was both.
"What do you mean, Gohan? I just wish that you'd stop being so reluctant to tell me anything. I promise that I wouldn't stop liking you just because your father might've died in a dishonorable way. And besides, I never told anyone you were Sayaman, although I'm really glad you stopped being that character," She looked down at the floor. I followed suit, and breathed a heavy sigh. Should I tell her? Yeah. But what if she can't accept it? Well, she accepted the fact that I'm extremely strong, could fly, and shoot "light" from my hands... Maybe she'd still love... err, like me.
"Alright, I'll tell you. And I'm only going to tell you this because I trust you. I trust you more than anyone I've ever known, even my father," And it was the truth. She looked at me, and I saw a respective glint in her eyes.
"Let's go somewhere where we won't be cramped in, though. I'm going to need some air," I said, and she nodded. We walked and found our way to my room, where I opened the door. I had left a lamp on that sat on my desk, so when we walked in I-and Videl too- were a bit blinded by the light.
Our eyes quickly adjusted. My bed was neither small nor incredibly large; just a normal sized bed with a blue cover. I sat down on it, and pulled my legs up, sitting Indian style. Videl did the same thing, sitting across from me. I breathed in deep, and collected my thoughts. Where to start? Ahh, of course, when my father died.
"My Father died," I began, "During the Cell Games. He was killed fighting Cell," Videl looked at me a little weird, but there was something there that I knew she understood.
"And he sacrificed himself so I could live. So my friends, family, everyone could live. After that, though, Cell still lived. He still had the world in his pale gray hands," I choked, and had to hold back my almost indescribable hatred for Cell. My right hand began to shake with the rage that came on.
Videl grabbed my right hand in her left. My body tensed, but then soothed.
"It's okay, Gohan," She told me.
Why the hell are the people I love always wrong?
A/N: I graduated 8th grade! And if you're wondering, the story will pick up later. It's still developing. Aye? Also, I need to know if anyone out there has a good knowledge of Photoshop. I'm structuring a comic based on the Metallica song, "One", and I sure could use assistance in the department of backgrounds, art direction. Etc. I'll be handling the character models and script, but I need someone to help me manage the comic layout since I suck at Photoshop.
Thanks, and expect an increase in chapter production since I'm out for the summer!
I've been bogged down with ungodly amounts of homework. I developed a bit of writer's block. I started playing the following: Zone of the Enders 2, The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and I did play a little Bounty Hunter, but that game sucked monkey balls. I've had to go to a lot of stupid parties and celebrations lately, which definitely haven't helped me to get in the mood for this story. My computer crashed, and destroyed my 700 music files, all of my music videos, and basically all the programs (I had to restart the OS.) Good thing, though: It got rid of the viruses on the computer, and it also got rid of all that muck and junk that seemed to be bogging my hard drive down.
So I basically haven't found the time-although I did print out Chapter Five right before the computer crashed, so I guess I'm good. Did I mention that my sister had an accident and totaled her car? GAH!
Okay, now on with the chapter! And may annoyances be few and far between.
Chapter Five
It was nine o'clock, and Videl and I had spent most of the time playing on the computer and watching television- there was nothing much to do seeing as it was deathly cold outside and we couldn't very well train inside the house.
We were playing Counter-Strike, but had grown bored with it; I kept getting kicked from the servers for "too many head shots", and Videl kept making people think she was a guy-just to confuse them- and then say something really girlish, something she would probably never in her natural born life utter as if she said it all the time.
It was funny, and everything seemed to have a nice thick layer of happiness draped around us then. When I finally tired of the computer, I got up from where I was sitting, which was at the side of the computer, and walked over to the window. I wanted to see how much the snow had gained over time. I grabbed the dark blue drapes, and pulled them back. There was a nice layer of snow building on the tiny crevice on my window. There was a thin layer of frost around the edges of the glass. I looked out into the darkness, where there was a pool of light from the window shining on the snow-white ground below.
For a minute, I thought I saw a whitish figure move in the snow, but I thought it was probably the snow settling, or wind blowing on it, giving the illusion of something moving. But, then I saw something black move almost methodically toward me, and I shook my head. The illusion the snow was playing disappeared. Videl looked towards me, logging off of the computer as she did so.
"Gohan, are you alright?" She asked, obviously alerted by my shaking head. I quickly covered this up.
"Yeah, I'm fine. The snow was just hypnotizing me, I guess," I said, and I gave out a nervous chuckle. Why would I do such a thing-to give out a nervous chuckle? That was, to me, something of a dumb blunder that I often did around people. God, sometimes I could just feel the embarrassment smacking me in the face. All the ignorant things I've done in my life; down to the tiniest details, have plagued me for a number of years. Such as the incident with Frieza, when Vegeta gave me that Sayain armor that I believe is still under my bed. I thought of myself as indestructible, but of course the irony is that I almost got killed several times after that. I felt embarrassed for myself, and for the frog that was watching me act like a complete moron.
Okay, so maybe I wasn't fine, but I think that at least right then, I was fine. A bit.
"Well, alright. I just thought you might've gotten a headache or something," She said just a bit too nonchalantly, but I was fine with it. I mean, she must've cared at least a bit to ask.
"I'm kinda bored. You wanna watch a movie? I just got one a couple of days ago," I asked her, as she got up from her seat, and stretched her arms up in the air.
"Sure," She said, "I could go for a movie. What's it called?" I smiled, and walked over to my bookshelf. It was still wrapped in plastic. I grabbed it off of the bookshelf- it was sitting by my Bible- and I showed it to her. Videl laughed.
"South Park? Oh, man, I've never seen this movie!" Videl said, turning the box over. She smiled at the pictures on it. Her favorite character was the little Saddam personage.
"You've never seen the movie? I saw it about a year ago. I downloaded the thing," I told her, "You can find really cool stuff on these People to People things."
"Yeah, I had one of those, but my father kept thinking that I was going to hurt his reputation if I downloaded something really illegal and got arrested for it. So he made me get rid of it." Videl told me, and for a few seconds a scowl scrambled across her face at the mention of her dad.
"Ah, well. You can always use mine. Or you could just download it again and not tell your dad about it," I recommended to her. She gave the DVD to me, and smiled.
"How do you think I get all this great stuff on my computer?" She smiled-almost evilly- and began to walk out my door. "Well, if we're going to watch that, don't you think we should get some snacks?" Videl said, and I nodded my head. I felt kind of helpless, because she had this weird manipulative way of pulling me out of conversations to get going for something we had been talking about doing. And I've just confused myself, but I guess I didn't care. I took one last look out my window, and saw a little white light briefly come about, then disappear. I thought it was a snowflake that caught some light, and went after Videl.
We walked into my kitchen, and I put the DVD down on the table. We began to grab a lot of snacks, (I was getting more than Videl,) and snatching out sodas and drinks from the fridge. Really, I don't know why we'd be getting all this stuff, considering the movie is only 90 minutes long...But I guess it doesn't really matter that much.
We had sat down at the couch, and having pulled the coffee table up to half an arm's length, we placed our food and drinks there, and plopped down on the couch. I had already put the movie in the DVD player. There's a thing about sitting here, watching a movie with friends that makes it feel more special than if we went to a movie theater. It feels like the movie is talking to just the two of us, and not a crowd of people that have way too much popcorn. All we had were some Tostitos and sauce, some Cokes and a few other miscellaneous items.
I started the movie, and the opening theme song came in. It was very silly how they started it-in case you didn't notice- Stan had wiped the snow that a deer had peed on off of the log. I had just noticed this, and I laughed at it. Not because it was very funny, but for two reasons: One, Stan didn't even seem to notice. Second, I was laughing because I couldn't believe I had missed it.
"Gohan, what are you laughing about?" Videl asked me, as Stan was singing about. I looked at her, paused the movie real quick, and said, "I just now noticed that Stan had wiped some pee covered snow off of the log. It's not really that funny," I said, covering my tracks a bit, "But I just never really noticed until now." She nodded her head, and I un-paused the movie. As the movie progressed, I couldn't help but notice a certain 'vibe' going through it, as if its whole purpose was to mock everything it could, which it did quite viciously in some parts. Although the thought of Satan being gay is very funny and at the same time putting him down, I couldn't help but think that maybe that also empowers him, or for some context to this matter.
The thing is, in the general (educated) Christian beliefs, Satan has no power, unless you acknowledge him. So, by undermining him and basically making a fool of him, is that not also the same as acknowledgement? And those who deny the presence of God, (atheists,) are they merely just not acknowledging His presence? Satan is there, of course, but so is God. The atheists had accidentally run into a bad loophole, I thought, since by the thought that Satan is there but not acknowledged, the same can be said for God, although His power does not need to be acknowledged for it to work.
I am uneducated in the matters of religious philosophy; in fact, I should not be even dealing in the matter, but for some unknown reason I do anyways. But what I can't help but find odd and reassuring at the same time is that Vegeta had once told me that a lot of the alien races believed that there is a God, even if they didn't have the wonderful divine influence that so often occurs here on Earth. We take His influence for granted, (massively, I might add,) and still we are very shaky on His presence. But these advanced alien creatures, probably far more superior than the humans, even they acknowledge God. It is not too surprising that when He created the universe, that He spread His presence all over, and not just to us.
And yet, many of us still do not acknowledge Him, but belittle ourselves to the trifle recesses of idolism. It's so fucking stupid.
I've clearly gotten ahead of myself-as I do a lot now- but by the time I had thoroughly thought this through, the movie was half-way done, my mind only partially paying attention to it, and laughing when Videl laughed, just for sake to show that I was paying a little bit of attention. And damn it all, I didn't stop to breathe a bit. Goten had snuck downstairs, and had been secretly watching the movie. I finally noticed when he gave out a mucus filmed hoarse cough. I glanced up, and saw him coughing his head off, in his little blue pajamas. I didn't bother to pause the movie, because I was particularly concerned with his coughing. Videl apparently was also, so we both got up, and climbed the small set of stairs to meet him.
I almost had half a mind to chew him out, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. He just looked so miserable. His nose was swollen, he couldn't stop coughing-most of the time it was hoarse- and he had bags under his eyes, despite the plentiful rest and food he had been getting.
"Goten! Why are you up this late at night?" Videl asked him, giving him this sweet, almost motherly look. I loved that look. But right then most of my attention was focused on Goten.
"I was just getting up to take my medicine. I always take it around eleven o' clock," He said in between sniffles and small coughs. It was weird, but he could go from sounding like he had been fine, to a deteriorated form like this.
"Oh, that's right. Did mom already go to bed?" I asked Goten, and he nodded his head. I rubbed his hair, and gave him a warm smile.
"Well, don't worry. Let's go into the kitchen and we'll get you your medicine," Videl said, and Goten reached up his arms, and he clamped onto me. He liked it when I carried him. The three of us made our way into the kitchen, and I set him down on the counter near the sink. Videl asked me where the medicine cabinet was. I pointed it out to her, and told her it was the yellow bottle with the green label. She looked in and fumbled about for a few seconds, while I fixed up some water for Goten. Videl brought me the container.
"Thank you, Big Brother! Thank you, Videl!" Goten exclaimed, maybe a little better by just having comfort with him. He took the two gel pills and swallowed them down, water and all. We both smiled at him, and he yawned loudly.
"I'm getting sleepy," I said, and I was. I guess I was tired from not being able to do anything today.
"Well, you go turn the movie off, and I'll take Goten upstairs, okay?" Videl offered, and I refused and said I would do both, but she insisted. After a little bit of mild arguing, we came to the decision that we would put Goten to bed first, then I would just come and turn the movie off.
Videl grabbed Goten off of the counter. He was straddled to her waist. He kind of looked like a monkey, the way he was hanging. We walked over to the stairs, and trotted up them. I wasn't actually tired, but I was kind of exhausted. Over what, I'm not sure. We walked down the hall with the blue carpeting, our footsteps padded. I walked in front of Videl, and when we reached Goten's room, I creaked the door open.
I peeked in, and I swear to God that for a brief moment I saw a whitish figure standing behind Goten's bed, but as I opened the door more, it disappeared as quickly as I saw it. I cocked an eyebrow, but decided that again my eyes were playing tricks with me.
We walked in, and I turned Goten's little lamp on. It sat on a small dresser opposite of his bed. Videl placed Goten on his bed, and I came over and pulled the covers over him. He was out like a light.
"Well, he sure did conk out quickly," Videl smiled. I crossed my arms, and smiled as well, keeping in mind to whisper in a small voice as Videl did.
"Yeah, that medicine will put him to sleep really fast. He was probably tired from going out with my mom to get groceries and shop, too," I added. Videl nodded, and a little glint of happiness I saw streak across her eyes.
"He looks really peaceful when he's sleeping. Not at all like that little speed demon I'm used to," Videl commented, as I walked over to turn off the lamp.
"Yeah. He looks just like my dad when he's asleep," I told her, and she looked at me weird. I hadn't turned the lamp off yet.
"I don't think I've ever seen a picture of your dad, Gohan. What does he look like?" She asked me, and I plainly pointed to Goten.
"Like that, only taller and a little leaner." And it was so true. He was an exact mirror image of dad.
After I had turned the light out and walked into the hall, Videl began to talk to me.
"Gohan, what ever happened to your father? I mean, y'know. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. But I guess I'd still like to know seeing as your one of the best friends I've ever had. I guess I just feel like you're keeping little secrets from me," I could hear her say, but it was so dark in that hall that I couldn't see her even if she was barely two feet away. And she seemed so held back by her words. I could just tell by her constant apologizing, the way her ki would make little jumps every now and then while she talked...And I don't think where we were standing, cramped up a bit in the small hallway, was I at liberty to speak of family secrets then.
"Umm, well, you know he's dead," I said, scratching my head, and I pressed up against the wall to scoot down to my room.
"Duh. Everyone in the entire school knows your father's dead. But what I want to know is how he died, Gohan. What was your father like?" She asked, and her voice waned. I couldn't tell her how my Father died. It would only bring up more questions, more questions that would put my family's life-and my relationship with Videl- at stake. I just couldn't bear to tell her I'm a fucking half-alien.
"I just... I just can't. It would be too hard on you," I said, and she looked at me with this kind of awe. The kind of awe that said, 'I can too take what you say'. Or, 'I can't believe you just said that in front of me,' well, maybe it was both.
"What do you mean, Gohan? I just wish that you'd stop being so reluctant to tell me anything. I promise that I wouldn't stop liking you just because your father might've died in a dishonorable way. And besides, I never told anyone you were Sayaman, although I'm really glad you stopped being that character," She looked down at the floor. I followed suit, and breathed a heavy sigh. Should I tell her? Yeah. But what if she can't accept it? Well, she accepted the fact that I'm extremely strong, could fly, and shoot "light" from my hands... Maybe she'd still love... err, like me.
"Alright, I'll tell you. And I'm only going to tell you this because I trust you. I trust you more than anyone I've ever known, even my father," And it was the truth. She looked at me, and I saw a respective glint in her eyes.
"Let's go somewhere where we won't be cramped in, though. I'm going to need some air," I said, and she nodded. We walked and found our way to my room, where I opened the door. I had left a lamp on that sat on my desk, so when we walked in I-and Videl too- were a bit blinded by the light.
Our eyes quickly adjusted. My bed was neither small nor incredibly large; just a normal sized bed with a blue cover. I sat down on it, and pulled my legs up, sitting Indian style. Videl did the same thing, sitting across from me. I breathed in deep, and collected my thoughts. Where to start? Ahh, of course, when my father died.
"My Father died," I began, "During the Cell Games. He was killed fighting Cell," Videl looked at me a little weird, but there was something there that I knew she understood.
"And he sacrificed himself so I could live. So my friends, family, everyone could live. After that, though, Cell still lived. He still had the world in his pale gray hands," I choked, and had to hold back my almost indescribable hatred for Cell. My right hand began to shake with the rage that came on.
Videl grabbed my right hand in her left. My body tensed, but then soothed.
"It's okay, Gohan," She told me.
Why the hell are the people I love always wrong?
A/N: I graduated 8th grade! And if you're wondering, the story will pick up later. It's still developing. Aye? Also, I need to know if anyone out there has a good knowledge of Photoshop. I'm structuring a comic based on the Metallica song, "One", and I sure could use assistance in the department of backgrounds, art direction. Etc. I'll be handling the character models and script, but I need someone to help me manage the comic layout since I suck at Photoshop.
Thanks, and expect an increase in chapter production since I'm out for the summer!